Something scary happened today: For the first time, and I mean this literally, for the first time in over 5 years of married life, Anja wanted a cup of tea ... and I didn't.
I love good-old English tea with milk and sugar (it's the only real tea, by the way. All of the herbal teas originate from the shores of the primordial chaos)
The Rapture Index jumps up three points as a result of these shocking events. This in turn means that my Enochian loins are really rather concerned, so I'll make sure to wear my asbestos underpants for the next few weeks.
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Thanks for the warning. I will have to wear my WWNTD thongs for the next while in keeping with my belief that should there be a rapture my clothes will be left behind and any thong will have the requisite pressure to fling off my ascending body and impart its heavenly message on the nearest heathen!
For a moment, I was thinking you meant your loins ought to be concerned about any sign of a new disjunction with your wife--but then I scrolled down a bit and recalled yesterday's entry. {g}
JRP
You're being too kind to herbal teas. "Squeezed from Satan's sphincter" would describe them more accurately.
Frank and thongs - an interesting mix....
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*vomits uncontrolably*
Thanks for scrolling down Jason :-)
And a double portion of Amen with cream to Steven
It don't mean a think if the thong don't go fling!!!!
I'm thinking of making a worship album too, I'll call it Ruptured over the Rapture! Think you might be interested in marketing it?
:-))
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